"Ms. Moon, are you all right?"
Deathstroke came up behind Earth-616's Silk. She seemed completely unaware of him, merely staring blankly at the rotating Artificial Sun in the distance.
"Oh! God! I'm fine!" The sudden voice startled her, and the fork in her hand fell into the pot of cream in front of her, splashing Spider-Ham, who was eating with her, all over the face.
The little pig wordlessly raised a hoof and wiped his big face. His fan-shaped ears twitched a few times as well.
"All right, Ms. Silk, I've actually noticed you for a while now. You don't look fine at all. If you had any concerns about Superior Spider-Man's actions, you should have raised them beforehand."
Ham might have looked comical, with his round belly making him seem like he could not fight very well, but he was actually quite capable in battle and clear-headed too. Among the many Spider-Men, he was one of the more mature personalities.
Though he was not as monkey-smart as Bobo next door, Ham was very good at cracking witty jokes, often making fun of himself by comparing himself to roast suckling pig or sausage.
But because he had spoken up for William and defied Superior Spider earlier, he had been assigned to stay behind this time. Octo-Parker was not taking him along.
Su Ming sat down cross-legged and looked at Silk awkwardly scratching her hair. "Just as Mr. Porker said, everyone else is happily eating right now, while you alone look burdened with worries."
Ms. Moon gave an embarrassed, bitter smile. As a mixed-race American and Korean, she had long black hair, light-colored eyes, and skin with a faint wheatish tone.
She retrieved the fork from the steaming pot, then pushed the pot toward the little pig. After hesitating for a